Immortal Emperor Returns

"It's just 1.5 times the speed of sound, nothing!"

Lin Feng smiled lightly. Now, he only has the fire spirit body, but once he has become a fire spirit body, the five elements immortal body is really small. His physical speed can easily break through twice the sound speed.

If you use mystery and challenge the limit, you can even break through three times the speed of sound.

"That's right, a mere 1.5 times the speed of sound is really nothing!"

"Boy, next, let you see and see, the true power of Chiyang Xuanjia!"

The Witch God spoke word by word, and his momentum kept skyrocketing.

On Chiyang Xuanjia, the speed of those flowing Yuanwen is also constantly accelerating. Each time the speed is accelerated, the terror coercion released on the armor will increase by a few points.

"Although Chiyang Xuanjia is just the same as the Vatican Sacred Armor, it is only the level of the peak magical instrument.

"Our **** can conclude that the power of Chiyang Xuanjia, with the blessings of the runes, is enough to rival those of the lower grade fairyware!"

"Today, the **** uses this Chiyang Xuanjia to blow you up!"

The speed of Yuan Wen's flow reached an extreme, and finally stopped.

The terrifying coercion released by Chiyang Xuanjia also reached an extreme, like a giant crossbow full of bows, which may erupt at any time.

"Witch god, there is something, you know?"

Lin Feng narrowed his eyes slowly, his body arched, as if he had already been prepared for the sprint.

"What is it?" The Witch God asked subconsciously.

Lin Feng every word:

"Crap! Nonsense! Too much!"

In the same place, Lin Feng's figure has disappeared, and Lin Feng's disappearing figure has not been seen in the void, leaving only a long wave of air, which is like the moment when a rocket launches into the sky, and the trail left is directed towards the clouds of fireworks.

"boom!"

The witch **** was too late to react, and Lin Feng's fist had been heavily hit on the Chiyang Xuanjia.

His fist was wrapped in a thick layer of Xianyuan. The horror of the power of Xianyuan can be clearly felt in the eyes. It is like a sledgehammer in the hand of a giant spirit god. Under one hammer, it is enough to crush the void, and it is a mountain. It must also be under the sledgehammer and disappear.

However, this was enough to smash the void, punch the mountain peak to the ground, and smashed to the extreme Chiyang Xuanjia, where the lines of the whole body flowed to the extreme, leaving no trace on it. It was just the body of the witch **** that was smashed and flew out.

"it is good!"

Faced with such a terrible defensive power of Chiyang Xuanjia, Lin Feng was not shocked but rebellious.

"Bang! Bang ..."

Lin Feng followed closely, and as the witch **** flew backwards, he threw one punch after another.

In the end, it was a punch, which directly bombed the witch **** into a depth of more than ten meters. But even so, the Chiyang Xuanjia with the whole body flowing is still intact. As for the witch **** who was wrapped in the armor, there was also no damage, as if the fist was enough to crack the mountain, just tickling him.

"Haha!"

Witch God flew out of the pit:

"Can't break the defense of Chiyang Xuanjia, boy, you just wait to die!"

"Chiyang Shenshen!"

The witch **** roared, a huge blade, the top of the autonomous peak, soared into the sky.

How big the giant blade is, it is not clear at all, its whole body has been blocked by the dazzling edge. The terrible sharp edge spread forward from the top of the mountain, spreading a distance of hundreds of meters, and then stopped.

The width of the sharp edge is a few meters, which is extremely solid, as if this sharp edge is a huge blade.

"cut!"

Chiyang cut off, volley cut off.

Under the slash, the terrible vibrancy of the force swung the clouds directly, and a vast void was opened, and the air was divided into two.

The sharp edge of the giant blade has not been cut off on Lin Feng. The ground beneath his feet has been unfurled into a deep fissure. The crack was shocking, with a width of nearly one meter, as if it had just experienced an earthquake.

If you look closely, you can find that above the Chiyang Shenzhe, there are also some special lines flowing. These lines are largely similar to the lines on Chiyang Xuanjia, but they are different, like In some key details, the lines are quite the opposite.

With the Chiyang Shenzhe blessed by Yuanwen, if this cut is really cut off, let alone Lin Feng, it seems that even the land under his feet must be really cut from it and divided into two.

Above the ground, dust was flying, mud and stones were flying, and Lin Feng was drowned in the flying dust instantly.

"call!"

In the distance, many powerful men kneeling and ground, and those beasts and spirit beasts filled with fear, one by one indignantly hissed.

"The Chiyang Shenzhu, Chiyang Xuanjia, and Chiyang Divine Scenic are all the luck obtained by the witch **** during an adventure in the funeral battlefield, said to be from the remains of a Chiyang warlord."

"Master Lin, since he can't break the defense power of Chiyang Xuanjia, he will certainly not be able to resist it.

Among the many strong men, an old man with long white beard came slowly, showing his pride.

"This is natural, but this Master Lin can persecute the witch **** to this point, even if he is dead, it is enough to feel proud!"

An old man who was thin and wearing a robe during the Ming Dynasty followed slowly.

"Kill me, the witch **** bitch, and dare to come to my shores in the East China Sea to brag about it, it is not a pity!"

Another strong descendant of the Dark Witch sneered, and in his eyes he was wicked.

However, many of these strong men who kneel down and on the ground, before being proud of themselves for a while, were all stunned by a sharp edge, which greatly changed their astonishment.

Where Lin Feng was shrouded in dust and mud, a dazzling sharp edge diffused through the dust covering the sky. The whole picture is like being in a sealed room. The periphery of the room and the roof are suddenly cut off. A gap that is dense like the shell of a turtle, and a dazzling light passes through the shell. Shot through the gap.

"broken!"

Driven by an idea, Lin Feng summoned the flying sword to ride under his feet, and his body was like a blasting shell again, blasting towards the witch god.

The speed of the flying sword can already reach three times the speed of sound. Lin Feng controls the flying sword, and the flesh shoots at the speed of three times the speed of sound.

"Boom!"

At three times the speed of sound, the dust and stones covering the sky were directly blown away, and the horrible energy radiated toward the surroundings, leaving a clear space in the place where Lin Feng's body was 100 meters away.

The air was torn instantly, the sound was like the moment when the missile was launched, and the earth-shaking roar was left behind.

Throughout the coast of the East China Sea, the earth and earth were shaken by the quake, and the mountain peaks were shaking constantly.

"Oh!"

Lin Feng stepped on the flying sword, and he was entangled downwards by auras of auras representing different spirits, covering the sharp edge of the sky, and was smashed by one punch. Even the Chiyang **** was unable to resist the power of this punch. The flowing Yuanwen stopped flowing in an instant, leaving only the dim and dull body, the trembling suspension and the sky.

"UI!"

"Unfortunately, the five elements are immortal.

With a punch, the sharp edge of Chiyang's God was cut, and the flow of the Yuanwen was cut off. Lin Feng glanced at his fist, shook his head, and sighed.

The flesh condensed by the aura body has already reached a level that can hardly resist the artillery shell attack, but even so, a punch was hit on the Chiyang Shenzhe, and a shocking wound was cut, and the skin was completely torn. , Revealing the crystal-like white bones like sheep fat white jade.

The scariest thing is that this wound, even with Lin Feng's own terrible recovery ability, cannot heal itself.